TransportChapter 8
�Welcome to my humble abode,� Sarah said, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness. �Please pardon the mess.� Liz smiled, did a short curtsey, and stepped into Sarah�s apartment. Contrary to what Sarah said, the apartment was immaculate. The carpeted floor looked freshly vacuumed, the tables were clear and almost sparkling, with a small vase containing fresh tulips. There was a TV mounted on the living room wall facing a three-person sofa, and nearby, a desk with a computer monitor. It...